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Full Moon Shining
“Full Moon Shining”
I was impressed by your rebellious attitude
I knew then you'd be my number one dude
You the gravy spilling over the biscuits
Couldn't wait to get me outta my fishnets
You tall, dark & handsome, little bit country
Me 100 proof rokk & roll, singing manic Monday
All my girlhood sweet dreams were made of this
Beginning with the buildup of our very first kiss
A full moon was shining off a SS Camaro’s hood
Every last scrap of tragedy was caught underfoot
Little Momma my first nickname you said out loud
Satan couldn't begin to knock us from this cloud
Beneath our scars we're a match made in heaven
Better than a Big Gulp Pepsi from seven eleven
An oversized GMC Sierra, our home on the road
Nice & easy in our veins, a new love affair flowed
Nothing could have snuffed these flames roaring
Steaming from our bodies a pornographic warning
Maybe we weren't material for harlequin romance
I love you, vernacular straight outta Paris France
Death can't kill a sweetheart's unforgettable kiss
Eternity with your lover in infinite true love abyss
The Punk Poe…
Always Be Punk…
Always Be Drunk…
(On Poetry)
I was impressed by your rebellious attitude
I knew then you'd be my number one dude
You the gravy spilling over the biscuits
Couldn't wait to get me outta my fishnets
You tall, dark & handsome, little bit country
Me 100 proof rokk & roll, singing manic Monday
All my girlhood sweet dreams were made of this
Beginning with the buildup of our very first kiss
A full moon was shining off a SS Camaro’s hood
Every last scrap of tragedy was caught underfoot
Little Momma my first nickname you said out loud
Satan couldn't begin to knock us from this cloud
Beneath our scars we're a match made in heaven
Better than a Big Gulp Pepsi from seven eleven
An oversized GMC Sierra, our home on the road
Nice & easy in our veins, a new love affair flowed
Nothing could have snuffed these flames roaring
Steaming from our bodies a pornographic warning
Maybe we weren't material for harlequin romance
I love you, vernacular straight outta Paris France
Death can't kill a sweetheart's unforgettable kiss
Eternity with your lover in infinite true love abyss
The Punk Poe…
Always Be Punk…
Always Be Drunk…
(On Poetry)
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